Carsick

I sort of wish I'd read this before I ran into you today because after we parted, I actually couldn't help thinking how great you looked. I usually try to tell people when I'm thinking nice things about them (unless, of course, it's awkward for some reason and/or I'm wrangling both small children and my parents through the streets of Puppetland and am consequently flustered). But then again, it probably counts double if I didn't know you were needing to be appreciated and thought those things independently, so maybe nevermind.

So yeah. This is me appreciating you. You look great and running into you and yo mamma totally fucking made my day (and I've spent the rest of the afternoon watching Xanadu in my underwear, so that's saying something). Have a most delightful roadtrip and we'll catch up sooooooooon!!